Why I Don’t Want It, Unless He Wants It For Me
The stubbornness that tries to reign as two tiny hands uncurl their fingers from fists and say, “You can have them. You can take them.” Gritted teeth and all.
The stubbornness that tries to reign as two tiny hands uncurl their fingers from fists and say, “You can have them. You can take them.” Gritted teeth and all.
A long-standing tradition in my family is reading aloud what we call “The Good Ones.” These books are not only incredibly awesome on their own, but also sound absolutely wonderful when read aloud.
Because in my mind that’s similar to, “Are you alright?” which implies there’s a noticeable problem.